He picked up his sandwiches and his cookies and slung the rifle and went up to the driver's window. He made the steps and looked back.Ī truck had stopped several feet beyond where Tub had been standing. Another sandwich and a package of cookies tumbled onto the new snow.
His rifle slipped off his shoulder and clattered on the ice, a sandwich fell out of his pocket. Tub stood for a moment, still holding up his hand, then jumped back. The truck jumped the curb and kept coming, half on the street and half on the sidewalk. Tub moved to the sidewalk and held up his hand. The whiteness seeped up the sky.Ī truck slid around the corner, horn blaring, rear end sashaying. He shifted the rifle strap to his other shoulder. Across the road the clouds whitened just above the rooftops, and the street lights went out. Tub stood below the overhang of a building. One driver stopped for him but before Tub could wave the man on he saw the rifle on Tub's back and hit the gas. He paced the sidewalk to keep warm and stuck his head out over the curb whenever he saw lights approaching. Tub had been waiting for an hour in the falling snow.
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